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Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.

I thrive and depend on your compliments

And it is only then as a direct consequence,

Am I truly able to write with confidence.

Even though your words are only temporary.

I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,

In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.

My own validation depends on your approval.

Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.

Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.

Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?

When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?

How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?

Of a craft and skill I still think any

ArtArt.

Imagine...

The world is your canvas.

Society is your paint brush.

The people are your choice of colours.

What kind of picture would you paint?

How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?

Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?

Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?

I ask because every portrait I create,

Is inspired by what is already in front of me.

So is it possible to even recreate,

Anything that the mind is not able to see.

The picture will always be the same

Because this life is all we know.

Where there is compassion there must be pain

Because it us who made

Changing LanesChanging Lanes.

Change is continuous.

Adjusting may be strenuous.

Some directions will be tenuous.

Not everyone can afford to be generous.

Life may have forced them to become selfish and venomous.

All we have are memories and pictures to remind of what once was.

They're there to remind us of all the phases, the pain and the love th

Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.

Evil, is knowing better

But purposely doing worse.

Toying with love by the tether

And laughing when it hurts.

Prevailing by any measure

With no intention to reimburse.

Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures

Gaining what you never truly deserved.

To live a life of complete leisure

And never keeping to your words.

Manipulating and applying pressure

Be

Home AloneHome Alone.

Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.
You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.
Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.
Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramatic
Scenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.
But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.
You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.
And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.
Increasing the volume on your television set to dis

The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre.

He was described as quiet, shy and socially awkward.
He was not the type to be loud, abrasive and forward.

He was highly intelligent and kept his thoughts to himself.
He didn't posses the tools to communicate with anyone else.

Whenever he spoke, his words felt forced and fake.
Who knew back then how many lives this man could take.

The realisation of his isolation was activated by the school premises.
He was never able to see his peers as friends but only as his nemeses.

But when he was home his alienation became none existent.
He was able to laugh and smile without any form of resistance.

The constant contrast

Man Made the Money.Man Made the Money.

We think that if we had more money everything would be different.
That we would suddenly be able do all the things we always desired.
Because the lives we lead right now have become predictable and consistent.
And should we choose to, we could be the ones that are rejoiced and admired.

We could be the ones on the front cover of every magazine.
We could be the ones appearing on everyone’s television screen.
We could be the ones that the paparazzi haunt and terrorise.
We could be the ones that have our every move televised.
With the aid of money we could have unlimited vacations
And have access to an infinite amount

Money, money, moneyMoney, money, money.

I laugh even though I don't find it funny.
How stressed I am because of my lack of money.

How much my life actually depends upon it.
How much the fate of my future actually rests upon it.
How easily you can lose friends because of the lust for it.
How friends can become enemies just because of the hunt for it.
My stress levels increase to the point where I have had enough of it.
I bury my woeful head because I know it is impossible to run from it.
Although I will always need money, I will never have any love for it.

Without money would there be such a thing as rich and poor?
Will the streets still be filled wit

Living a Lie.Living a Lie.

You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.

When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.

As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.

You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.

But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool

Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than tw

Short-LivedShort-Lived.

Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.

For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.

Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.

We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.

Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.

Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.

So although you may think the worst is yet to come.

No matter the occasion whether it be

Difficult
Distasteful
Distressing
Or disastrous.

At least we were graciously gi

Domestic AbuseDomestic Abuse.

He's not able to control his temper.
A blank canvas is all he is able to remember.
Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter.
Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender.
She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December.
Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better.

She always forgives him.
Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen.
He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him.
She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him.
Even tho

GuidanceGuidance.

My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.

Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.

He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.

Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.

He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's short

TrustTrust.

Hard to gain.
But easily lost.

The effects will always remain.
Unless we pay the cost.

Instead of abiding by t

A Step Too FarA Step Too Far.

She just couldn't take it anymore.
She threw her purse and her child's lunch box on to the floor

Of the fourth storey of the local car parking complex.
The lord only knows what will possibly happen next.

She begins tugging on her hair furiously in agitation.
Talking to herself having an in depth conversation.

Pacing up and down and aggressively talking in tongues.
Labelling herself as an unfit lover and mother to her husband and son.

Tears begin to cascade from her face violently.
She didn't tell her husband about her woes instead she chose to silently

Keep it to herself and let it eat her up inside.
But eventually

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I wave good-bye to all my friends.

As my energy descends,

I start to count to ten.

Remembering when

Once id pretend

To defend

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End.

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Why Do We Want What We Cant Have?Why Do We Want What We Cant Have?

Is it in our nature to be constantly insatiable?
Or is it because the things we want are unattainable?
Maybe the things we already have are too readily available.

This is something I will never understand.
The things we desperately want are always high in demand.
Ironically they also always seem to be some sort of name brand.

What we don't have seems all the more desirable.
Although our reasons for wanting them in our heads seem justifiable
The reality of us actually obtaining these things are not entirely reliable.

So why bother with these materialistic dreams?
Is it a conniving ploy to make our l

Awkward TensionAwkward Tension

Awkward…

Confined there is no way forward,

And no escape route to look towards.

Forced and fake conversations.

A very time consuming situation,

Words subjected to manipulation.

The moment persists,

Eye contact impossible to resist.

The occasional glance over that is always missed.

StrandedStranded

Out of place,

Lost in space,

                       What is my purpose?

Everyday,

I feel this same way

InsecurityLook in to the mirror and I am disappointed to see…

Puffy eyes and cheeks as chubby as these.
A spot on my forehead that turns my two eyes into three.
Ears that are unnaturally enlarged and oddly placed.
And an irregular sized nose that elongates the shape of my face.
A jaw that's abnormally wide.
And tesco shopping bags under my eyes which are impossible to hide.
Eye brows that are way too hairy and join in the centre.
Dismally dull eyes that have been this way since I can remember.
Words and compliments only offer a temporary solution.
Make up and plastic surgery only add to the natural bodily pollution.

Will I ever be satis

Mothers YearMothers Year.

Our biggest fans and critics.
Even if we don't want to admit it.

Sometimes it may seem she's against you.
But her intentions are never meant to hurt or prevent you.

Her only aim is to love and admire.
She doesn't expect you to do everything she requires.

Her assignment is to teach you how to survive.
She will struggle just so that you are not deprived.

She will ground you and pick you up when needed.
As long as you are happy and content her job is completed.

Constructed to protect and provide.
Faithful and loyal and will always remain at your side.

She will guide and give advice.
To come to your aid she will not he

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by *KelaLewis-Morin, Dec 7, 2012, 5:14:59 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

Obsolete.

Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.

But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.

Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,

As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.

So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.

Just remember this world,

This universe,

This eternal existence

Is worth so much more.

Kela Lewis-Morin

Obsoleteby *KelaLewis-Morin

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Something I have had saved in my blackberry for awhile partly because I did not like but I could not get it out of my head lol I just got to thinking how big this universe and how much we do not actually know. Yet we sit here worrying about careers and problems with life that we initially created. I think to much I guess my head is constantly in the clouds lol I hope you guys like it and I hope it works.

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*AzzurKnightHeretic Jan 28, 2013

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~8thful Jan 11, 2013 Writer

Keep it up, you have tons of talent

~kyokomogami333 Dec 30, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

This is amazing beyond words... wow

~ConstantMirror Dec 22, 2012

I've written several pieces just like this. I love it!

~songsforever Dec 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

this is beautifully written. Well done and keep up the good work!

~irrationalrationale Dec 18, 2012

This is nice work. To help you out, I'd like to point out a grammatical error.
In this line, to should be replaced with too.
"So when they become

too

self involved in the successes of their own cause."

`MagicalJoey Dec 18, 2012 Writer

I enjoyed reading this, but the one thing that irritated me was the format. I know DA is a format-munching monster, but perhaps not having the 'second' lines on the RHS might make it look better?

~InkySnowflakes Dec 15, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I really enjoyed this. It flows well, and the end result is definitely thought-provoking. It honestly is strange to think how, as a human race, we're so worried about all these things which we've created, and therefore should have control over -- something which you've done a brilliant job of highlighting. What a magnificent piece of writing!

~themeepynerd Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

A wise woman once said, "If it doesn't make any sense, it's a good poem." What she meant was that the best poems are the hardest to understand and the most deep. Therefore, bravo!

Descriptions are really nice, though, and the meaning that you told me was much better than the ambiguous meaning I was trying to find XD

!RemusExs Dec 14, 2012 Student

thats really good! well done!

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